Walking around in walker, well more like running, when I was about a year and a half old. Also remember teething and that I had a blue teething ring. I even remember potty training...wow I must have a good memory. I don't remember saying my first word, but I remember what I used to watch on TV, and the first book I read by myself, when I was three years old.

Lol I remember potty training too, I have no idea why!! I can also remember an incident when I was maybe 3 or 4... my parents divorced when I was 2, and it was pretty ugly. At one point, my dad came to pick me up unannounced, and my grandmother had been watching me. She wasn't comfortable with him taking me, so she was holding onto me, and he was pulling on my legs to try and free me from her hold. That was scary enough that it stood out in my memory.

I believe I do, I remember our house and steps, I also remember the people that Lived upstairs from us. I also remember how funny their house smelled. Not a good memory. I was bitten by a goose on my legs but I have always liked geese, Peter didn't bite me to hard I guess. My Gosh that was a long time ago

Lol I remember potty training too, I have no idea why!! I can also remember an incident when I was maybe 3 or 4... my parents divorced when I was 2, and it was pretty ugly. At one point, my dad came to pick me up unannounced, and my grandmother had been watching me. She wasn't comfortable with him taking me, so she was holding onto me, and he was pulling on my legs to try and free me from her hold. That was scary enough that it stood out in my memory.

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Oh my it must have been so scary hun I never knew that, I hope nothing bad ever happened after that,

Yes,going to the departmental stores with my family. I was crying because my dad didn't bought me the soft toy that I want. And going to the amusement park(It's in a building though). Riding all sort of children rides. That was around 1990/1991 when I was only 2/3 years old. The clearest memory I had was the dreams I had around that time. It was quite real but nothing scary though.

Probably when I was five & my first day at infants school. When I left home our house was for sale but when I returned a sold sign was in the front garden. I ran back to school in tears (the school only being down the road hence my going on my own) thinking my parents had moved without me. It never occured to me to knock on the door. My teacher took me home and I was suprised to see my parents still living there despite the sold sign